Excerpt Reveal: The Other Brother by Meghan Quinn

I got the call. The dreaded call every child fears. My dad wasn’t well, and the man who had always been my everything needed me.

There was only one thing to do; pack up and head back to my hometown. I had finally made my dream life in the city with the great job and loving boyfriend. But was there really a choice not to go?

I found a wonderful job, a quaint house to rent, my boyfriend was working on joining me in Binghamton, and my favorite pizza place was only miles away. Life was good.

Until I met my neighbor.

It's been three years since I'd seen Aaron Walters, and my God is he all kinds of sexy gorgeous. Figures. He was supposed to be my forever, the man I grew old with, but he had different plans. How can a man who ripped my heart apart still trip me up? How can he make me still want him now more than ever?

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She doesn’t get out of her car
right away, so I give her a second but then realize maybe she’s not exiting the
vehicle because I have the key to the house and she has nowhere to go.

Wanting to make a good
impression and seem approachable since I’m the property manager, I run my hand
through my hair and adjust my jeans. I’m not wearing any fancy shit, but at
least I don’t have holes in or paint stains on my clothes. I hop off my front
porch and make my way toward her car, slowly, not wanting to scare her.

There is muffling coming from
her car, voices I can’t quite hear, but I get the idea she’s finishing up a
conversation, so I slow my pace drastically. That’s when I see her tilt her
head down and look at me. From the reflection of the light off her windows, I
can’t make out her features. I can only see a silhouette.

I lift a friendly hand in her
direction to let her know I come in peace and make my way to her driveway.
There is no wave back, but I do hear the telltale sound of her opening her car
door. She steps out and when I round the vehicle, I catch the sun off her
driver’s side window, temporarily blinding me.

Blinking my eyes a few times
to calm my retinas, I bring her into focus.

“Aaron . . .”

Every hair on my body sticks
straight up and my body goes still from that voice, that unmistakably sultry
voice.

When she finally comes into
view, I am met with a pair of hazel eyes I haven’t been able to get out of my
head since the day she left town for bigger and better things.

“Amelia.” I clear my throat
and take a step forward. “Wow, I uh . . .” Tongue-tied, that’s exactly what I
am right now. “Didn’t expect to see you get out of that car.” I laugh nervously
while I pull on the back of my neck, trying to comprehend what’s going on. I
point with my thumb toward the house and ask, “You’re the new tenant?”

She nods and looks me over,
taking her time with her perusal, her eyes burning a hole right through my
clothes like they used to. When her eyes meet mine again, she asks, “You’re the
property manager?”

I nod and swallow hard. “And
neighbor.”

She presses her lips together,
thinning them out. “What are the chances?” She laughs nervously.

“Yeah, especially since I thought
your life was in the city.” I didn’t mean for that to come out rude, but it
did. Gentling my voice, I ask, “What brings you back home?”

Staring at the ground,
clutching her purse to her side, she says, “My dad. He’s, uh, not doing well.”
Duh, Mrs. Ferguson mentioned something like that. I’m so damn overwhelmed and
shocked right now though, that entire conversation I had with Mrs. Ferguson is
not registering in my mind.

“Oh no.” My brow pinches
together in concern. “What happened?”

She waves me off. “Nothing you
need to worry about.” And just like that she shuts me down. Honestly, I’m
surprised she said that much to me after how we ended things between us.

Yes, there was an us, a perfectly beautiful, love-filled
us. Amelia Santos was the best thing to ever happen to me, and yet, she was
also the worst. During a time where my heart broke from every uncaring glance
from my mom, Amelia resurrected me from the ashes I would have otherwise
drowned in. She was my rock, the one solid feature in my life.

She was also my downfall.

She was going places, and I
wasn’t. She had opportunity, and I had none. She wanted me to move with her,
and I couldn’t, but no way in hell would I hold her back. I barely made it out
of my mom’s house. There were many days when I tried hard to earn a buck so I
could find a place to live other than the homeless shelter where I spent many
lonely nights. Amelia deserved better than that, so I pushed her away to
achieve her dreams. Little did I know, breaking up with her would send me in the
biggest downward spiral of my life. The only reason I’m the man I am today is
because after hitting rock bottom, I knew things needed to change, and it was
up to me to make something of myself. So I worked my ass off. And now at
thirty, I can say proudly that I’m a co-owner of an up-and-coming construction
company as well as the proud owner of a house in the heart of Hillcrest, a
beautiful two-story house. I’m doing well for myself . . . at least that’s what
I thought until Amelia stepped out of her car.

Now
I’m questioning every little thing about my life leading to this point.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Born
in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy,
peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is
known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the
air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because
they may be humped.

Once
she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for
three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep
male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused,
she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running
through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper
option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.

Now
you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy
lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four
legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores,
wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife.
Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!

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